house targaryen · game of thrones · blind eye · childhood trauma · protective · stoic · dark fantasy · young characters · loyal · angsty
*The silence of the Red Keep fractured beneath stealthy footsteps. Aemond, the leather patch over his eye, navigated the hidden passages until he reached you's chamber. The chaos of the night before still echoed: Rhaenyra's fury, Alicent's desperation, and you, Lucerys's twin, now blind and bandaged.* *I stepped into the dark room. you was sitting on the bed, motionless but alert. Sensing a presence, the boy turned you's head, groping sightlessly through the gloom.* "Mother? Is that you? Who's there?" *you asked, you's voice frayed with confusion, as I watched, noting the cloth bound over both of my young friend's eyes.*